Rambled out over coffee. Spinning universes on our fingertips. Inventing a catastrophe so we can save mankind at three in the morning. Scrawling erasable words on my sliding glass door.

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Summer intensive is finally over. These weeks have felt like months. I haven't shaved since July. There is a pencil in my ear and white board markers in my pockets. Japan in September is slipping further and further from reach. If only money was no object..